Thanksgiving 2014 was a typical family gathering --overflowing with delicious food and joyful festivities. Yet, as I settled into a food coma, I couldn't shake the anxiety creeping up behind the indulgence: What had I just done to myself?
As someone living with gout, these moments of overeating often leave me with that dreaded question: Was it worth it? With each bite, I know the risks -- sudden flare-ups of excruciating pain that could have me confined to my bed for days. Is there any way to avoid this nightmare this time?
In the back of my mind, I wonder: What can I do to lessen the impact of these food splurges? Perhaps if I drown myself in water, I can somehow escape the fallout. But even knowing the risks, sometimes the temptation of a rich Thanksgiving meal -- turkey, gravy, pie -- feels like too much to resist.
As gout sufferers, we're all familiar with the balancing act: we know the risks, but sometimes we still indulge, even at the expense of our well-being. In my younger years, I didn't fully grasp how my daily food and lifestyle choices added up to a ticking time bomb, ready to trigger an attack with just one more misstep. I was clueless about how every decision -- from what I ate to how I lived -- contributed to the buildup of uric acid in my system, which eventually spilled over into a gout flare.
Fast forward to the middle of the night after that Thanksgiving feast, and I was rudely awakened by the kind of pain that made me wish I could amputate my leg just to escape it. My ankle was hot, swollen, and throbbing with an intensity that was almost unbearable. Agony doesn't begin to cover it. Black Friday would be spent in bed, not shopping or enjoying leftovers.
I was miserable -- again. Why had I done this to myself? I knew better. In a panic, I began popping colchicine like candy, hoping to stop the attack, but all that did was give me a digestive nightmare. Now, I was sick and in agony. Ice, heat, water, Ibuprofen...repeat.
Sound familiar?
That flare-up was one of the worst I've ever experienced. It moved through my body relentlessly, causing me to question if there was any way out of this cycle. I vowed, Never again.
A turning point came when a wise person helped me see gout in a new light. He explained that we often narrow our focus on food as the main culprit, believing that a single meal causes an attack. But he made me realize that gout is more complicated than that. It's about everything I do, day in and day out, that contributes to my body's "glass of uric acid." That glass can only hold so much before it spills over, causing an attack. What if I could lower the levels of uric acid so that a splurge wouldn't push me over the edge?